A/N: Hello!! I guess I haven't been around lately...whoops! but I have a new story! YAY!!
Bleh...yeah okay it's not that exciting.
His Addiction
By the-redmercedes
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Naruto...if I did, I would be rich, and this would be in some special edition short stories from the author novel, that I would make lots of money from. Instead it's here and not costing you anything but internet usage and your time.
He walked down dreamily, in a daze, fantasizing about his desires. He couldn't wait to get there, to have that captivating beauty again. It just wasn't enough. No matter how many times he went there it just wasn't enough; he still wanted more.
There was no way he could describe the feeling in his heart; a desire, a lust, a thirst; nothing could even begin to describe an epitome of what he was feeling. He was addicted. He knew it himself, yet he couldn't help it, he just kept coming back for more and more.
It was like he needed out be there. Day after day, just wasting his money, it seemed impossible for him to stop. He knew many others though that had tasted this wonder, yet for some unknown reason not many were enchanted like him. Even though it was possible to live without this delicacy, this entrancing godliness, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, it appeared he could not. There was just something so alluring and enthralling about it; he could not help himself.
Luckily, his job as an extremely skilled ninja, allowed him the luxuries to travel to the same destination day after day. He friend all knew he was obsessed, some tried to get him to stop, other tried to see what was so alluring to his eyes but none, it seemed, were hooked the same way he was.
It appeared he was grateful for that. That not many were as enthralled at his little indulgence, that he gratified himself in day after day, as he was. It was his little secret, shared amongst a select few others, but when he was there, alone with no one else accompanying him, it felt like he was the only one important, the only one there to satisfy, the only one there to please.
As he sat down, anticipation was overflowing.
"The usual?" was asked.
He just nodded anxiously, on the edge of his seat. He could not wait much longer; his yearning and desire had kept him distracted all day from his mission. His teammates complained, said he was not up to his usual standard, said it had gotten worse since he had gotten back.
He said it was because he hadn't visited this place in years. Every night when he was away, he dreamt, fantasised; the lovely golden strands, the sweet elixir, the colours-all contrasting and yet you just knew it was meant to be. It was all too heavenly; a feast for all senses; it was too much for him too handle. Until reality brought him back down to earth.
"Dude, it's just a bowl of noodles."
A/N: Haha, I hope you like the ending :) Could you tell it was ramen? I was trying to make it seem deceiving but I'm not sure if it worked...please do tell me if it did! In reviews...